I Can’t Stop Writing Poetry

And it’s impossible to tell based on that alone whether it’s out of devotion, joy, or desperation. Too often it’s the latter. It needs to go to 100% devotion. I will get there. God deserves it already. I’m just still too distracted.

I don’t gossip anymore.
Can’t afford to do it.
That dude who hurt me yesterday?
I hope today he’s blessed.
But I am still a mess!
I told my mom today I have
So far yet still to go!
But look how far I’ve come!
I’m wise enough
To know I’m dumb
And it’s a rule of thumb:
You create your own disasters
And no external savior will ever come.

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